Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

stiffly next to Amelia. Neither crossed the line to each other's side of

senses overwhelmed by her warmth and the rhythm of her

stirred

on being a restrained gentleman, it was pure torture to lay

wave of scent tickled his

to see Amelia straddling him. As she leaned in, the loose

his eyes so as not to violate her with his

Amelia's lip clung to his

opened his red-rimmed eyes, the sweat

"Take me, Steve."

by lust, he cast

voice held a thick her. His

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